Ima mi (my Love)
Do you want Romance?
I know a million ways of making
you feel like that special woman that you are.
I could go and learn more ways from my father
He'll tell me how he cuddled my mother to stay.
Do you want Eulogy?
I could travel a long distance
To meet Romeo and he'll hand over
his dictionary of a million romantic words
which made Juliet to stay entrapped in his love.
With these words I can absorb you bit by bit
In my poetry which will make you my Juliet.
How about Care?
Even my inactions will speak so loudly...
Letting the world know how Precious you are.
I could go for the best of catering lessons
So that I can give you the best of banquets
And my lips will never get weary of giving
your skin and fingers a daily massage.
Ima mi (my Love)
Do you want money?
I am living on mother's blessings of prosperity
and on father' blessings of God, and man's favour.
Besides, I can even work day and night tirelessly
Just to make sure I spoil you with with riches
Greater than Naira and Dollar.
Say you want romance...
And my fingers will learn the act of caressing.
Father's olden techniques will be my tutor.
I would even go to mother and drop with her
the manners she thought me for morality walk.
And I will be very naughtily flirty with you
That is if you want me to go haywire.
Tell me anything you want from me
and I'll gladly provide.
But don't ask me to ever leave you...
For my love doesn't approve of your absence.
Because I love you more than I cherish food.
Ima mi, mmu ma fien (my Love, I love you)
You're all I want... Nothing more.
©jonnypen
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